coming to scare you to death.
I’m warning cause I want to
be sure you’re holding your breath.
You’ll wait for me to come there:
never know exactly when.
You’ll fear for me to get there,
knowing it will be your end.
And then when I get near
you will be the last to know—
getting there from out here
to deliver you your last blow.
Mama Zen's Words Count challenge
Artwork: 17th century Persian anatomy drawing from Wikimedia Commons
MZ, herself the very soul of brevity and wit
has asked us to write a voodoo poem in 73 words or less.
I have used 73 words.